All in writing while drinking
Something ate my creativity. Like, awhile ago?
Wait, did I say creativity? Maybe I meant motivation.
I mean letsbehonest, babes - I'm never *that* creative.
Brace yourself (she says to herself, when facing the prospect of an average of 2000+ words a day for the next 30 days).
American Ultra! (When did the movies on Hulu get better than the movies on Netflix?)
I feel like someone told me once that dogs can't burp. Is that right?
I'm going to list what we ate at our wedding, because it makes me happy and it's my blog.
But mostly I'm concerned that a woman who should be in the middle of a trailblazing, history making, well deserved run for the presidency is actually surrounded by the still burning dumpster fire remains of our national political process.
Maybe ten minutes into his flight, he started smelling smoke.